One of the most fascinating things about Homo sapiens is our adaptability. Think of the athlete who trains year round, the neurosurgeon who makes cuts using a robot and a laser that are minute, the statistician who carries a hundred 20 character or more formulas n their head, and person who speaks twelve languages are all not so different from you. Hell, you might be one of those, or something else amazing,

Differing abilities aren’t the only way we adapt. The level and type of risk we face, and how we do it is another type of adaptation. When a danger is so common you can’t ignore it, you either adapt to it, escape it, or die. Californians have earthquakes. In warzones, like Israel the adaptations, are something else:

So, what do the characters, villages,cities, mercenary companies, princes and shoe polishers, backers, barons, and brewers have to adapt to?

Susan Curnow

I don’t speak twelve language, only one, to my shame, although I can do a smattering in french. Neither can I hold formulas in my brain, since someone decided that a retentive memory I do not have. But, as a mother, I tell you, you pack up the sprogs, you grab what you can, and you survive. Never mind what the politico do over your head, you focus down on survival, whether earthquake or war. Having been in a horrific hail storm which literally felt like the apocolypse inside a house, you think of practical things. You don’t care about material wealth, just, are my family/animals/friends safe? And do I have enough logs to cook a meal, and can I fit my horse in garage, if it is still standing. Princes are reduced to paupers because I don’t care about you, I care about what is important to me. So you rally together and you pool resources. If the disaster is phenomenal then you care only about those closest to you. Until some kind of organization can be found. It is, literally, every man/woman for themselves, because in that tight focus, that is all that matters. You think of those outside and ‘country’ afterwards.